The Judge’s Submissive Daughter

Sophia Sands

The Judge’s Submissive Daughter

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This book is intended for 18+ adult audiences only, and contains intense sexual themes.

Author’s Note

This book follows Adam and Kayla’s story in My Dad Had an Accident and Now I Have to Marry Him. It can be read as a stand-alone but may make more sense after that book.

Visiting Adam and Kayla to Teach My Daughter What a Good Girl Does

When I got the call that my court administrator and long-time friend Adam had been in a car accident, I was enraged. Asshole drivers that shouldn’t be on the road had seriously injured one of the few people I could really be myself with. I went to see him soon after, and it was a pitiful sight. He wasn’t too bad physically, but he had brain trauma and could barely talk. If it wasn’t a hit and run, I’d be ramming my fist through that fucking driver’s throat.

Adam was a great guy. We’d known each other since high school, and he’d worked with me at the courthouse for the last 12 years. The last couple of years, we’d started confiding in each other about some shit that could get us arrested. Not that we’d acted on it. Yet. But we planned to, and kept talking about how we could get away with it.

We both had daughters who were 20 now, and we were obsessed with them.

Near the end of Adam’s hospital stay, I went to see him again. He still had a blank look on his face, but he tried to greet me.

“R… Randy.” Fuck. It was so pathetic. He was a smart guy and deserved better than to be little more than a vegetable.

Then he started to howl. Laughing so hard, he was doubled over.

What the fuck? Impressive. I didn’t know he was such a good actor.

“You faking it, Adam? What the fuck?”

“I wasn’t at first. Just started feeling better the last day or so. But I have an idea. It’s sick, and I’ll need your help.”

I nodded. Fuck yes. Whatever it was, I was in.

He had a plan. I’d helped his wife and daughter deal with the car and workplace insurance, so financially, as long as he didn’t let the cat out of the bag, they were set for life. He’d be able to take a medical retirement and stay home. Of course, the only reason to do that was so he could be around his daughter all day. She was home all the time anyways, so we just had to figure out how to make her be his primary caregiver. His wife was a boring bitch, and their marriage was dead already. Now to figure out how to get her out of the way and trap his daughter, Kayla, at home so he could turn her into his little fuck-toy.

She was a sweet girl, but I had a feeling she could be easily fooled and manipulated. What if I used my power as a judge to arrange for his divorce, followed by a shady, and not technically legal if scrutinized, marriage to his daughter? She’d feel obligated to stay with him as his wife, and let him breed her. I could file applications and approve the certificates to make it all legal on paper, and make sure nobody questioned it. I had a lot of power in this small town, and if I wanted to make something happen legally, it was no problem for me to do it.

I was pretty sure I could convince his wife to go along with our plan. The bitch just needed a nudge to get her out the door.

The opportunity came up faster than I expected. The day Adam went home, she was calling me for advice. She said she’d caught him touching their daughter, and wondered what to do about it. She wasn’t calling to report him. She didn’t give a shit about her daughter, she just wanted out of the marriage. I offered to come by to help her work out something that would benefit everyone.

When I went over, I laid out the idea of arranging for a divorce without involving any lawyers, followed by a marriage with his daughter so she could leave without guilt—he’d have a built-in caregiver. To sweeten the deal, I offered her part of the payout from the insurance as a bribe. She fucking took it. She was happy to be given an out, and sell her daughter to get it. Adam was well rid of her. Kayla would be a much better wife for him.

The next day, Adam texted me that Kayla wanted to get birth control. I brought the marriage certificate over, and told her she had to let her new husband get her pregnant. I could tell she wasn’t 100% buying it, but with the threat to use my influence to stop any pharmacy in town from selling it to her, she knew she was trapped.

That was a couple of months ago, and since then, Adam eased up on his act a bit, and settled into married life. Kayla was pregnant, like a good girl, and I was dying to enjoy the same.

My wife died when my Micky was six, and I never remarried. My daughter was everything to me. When she grew up, though, she started to feel like more. Since she was 18, I’d started fantasizing about fucking her. She was adorable, nice and plush like her mother was, warm brown hair I wanted to wrap around my fist, and a shy personality that was perfect for dominating.

I’d always had a temper, and I loved to have ...